The eye of justice is always watching

Title: The eye of justice is always watching

By: Tina619 in close collaboration with ShannonTheAwesomeOne

Rating: NC-17, sexual content, adult themes, language,

Characters: Dean Ambrose x OC, Roman Reigns x OC, Seth Rollins and many other WWE superstars

Summary: Friends with Benefits. What is the real meaning? For Shannon O'Brien, it's the closest thing she'll ever have to a real relationship with Dean Ambrose. But who's the guy next door? – Spin-off to "Please protect me from injustice".

Disclaimer: I do not know or own any of the people in this story who are not born of my imagination. The characters of the WWE superstars are based off of their TV personas. I actually use their gimmick names and not their real-life names as this seems to be easier for everyone to read.

Chapter 1: Surprise, surprise

Shannon was about to go to bed when suddenly someone knocked on her front door. It was late at night and she didn't expect anyone at that time of the day.

She silently tiptoed to the door, not wanting the person on the other side to hear that she was at home in case it was some criminal.

She grabbed the baseball bat, which was right next to the door, before looking through the peephole, surprised to see that it was HIM. She opened the door slowly, swallowing hard the moment she looked into his beautiful blue eyes.

"Dean, what are you doing here?" she asked after realizing that he had his suitcase with him.

All of a sudden, Dean shoved her into the apartment, with him and his suitcase following, slamming the door shut behind them.

"Shut up, I'm not here to talk," he said, pushing her against the wall with her back, instantly pressing his lips on hers. Shannon let out a soft moan, her fingers now running through his short brown hair.

She closed her eyes when he started kissing her neck, trailing her soft skin with his tongue before biting it.

He quickly started undressing her, trying not to think about the fact that she wore some old pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt, which normally was a total turn-off for him. But he was hungry. And whenever he was hungry, he was only focused on one thing: getting laid.

In one fell swoop, he lifted her arms and took off her shirt, throwing it away before crushing his lips onto hers once again.

His kisses had never been soft or gentle; they were rough and passionate, biting down lips and sucking on them.

Shannon started unbuttoning his shirt while he jerked off her sweatpants, letting them fall to the ground. He seemed to be in a rush, opening his own belt and taking off his jeans while she looked at him intently, trying to catch her breath.

"Dean, I…" she started but was immediately silenced by yet another kiss. She was about to tell him that she missed him, but maybe it was for the better. They had never really talked about it, but she knew that any kind of affection would make him run away. As much as it hurt her, it was nothing more than just sex. And it would always be like that.

He unhooked her bra in one quick movement and let her take it off completely while he pushed down her panties, forcing her to step out of them with a stern look on his face.

She swallowed hard, her heart beating uncontrollably fast in her chest. When he took off his boxers, she couldn't help but stare at his already throbbing length, reaching for it with her hand. But he had other things in mind. He slapped her hand away and pressed his body against hers. Picking her up by placing his hands on her butt cheeks, he made her wrap her legs around his waist while he pushed her body even harder against the wall.

Without warning, he forcefully plunged himself into her, making her scream out loud. She wasn't nearly wet enough for his roughness, but it didn't matter to him if she was ready for him or not. She squinted her eyes, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his neck at the same time. His thrusts were hard and powerful, not in a steady rhythm but uncontrollably fast.

He grabbed one of her breasts with his hand, teasing her hardening nipple with his tongue and sucking on it.

She was becoming more comfortable with him minute by minute, his shaft moving in and out of her more easily now that the wetness between her legs was increasing immensely.

As much as it hurt in the beginning, she loved the way he treated her. She had always been the dominating part before and now there was finally someone that forced her to be submissive.

He sped up a little more, plunging himself into her even deeper. He had trouble controlling his breathing, his sweaty hair clinging to his forehead.

He let go of her breast, closing his eyes and punching the wall right next to her face with his fist, startling her.

"Fuck…," he groaned while forcefully thrusting into her one last time before pressing his forehead against the wall, one arm still holding her so that she wouldn't lose her balance.

He tried to catch his breath, his eyes still closed so that he wasn't able to see the desperate look on Shannon's face. She lifted her head, looking at the ceiling and sighing heavily.

She'd never had any problems with rough and kinky sex, but she was extremely disappointed about his selfishness this time. He didn't care if she was wet and he also didn't care if she came.

She took a deep breath, shoving away these thoughts and trying to choke down the tears that formed in her eyes. He wouldn't know how to handle her if she was crying. And she didn't want to scare him away. Maybe this was an exception. Maybe he wanted her so badly that he couldn't control himself.

He slid out of her quickly, making her stand on her two feet again. He looked into her eyes briefly before collecting his clothes and making his way to the bathroom.

Shannon just stood there, not able to move. She was perplexed. She had never seen him like this before. He was even more cold-hearted than he normally was and that was shocking.

When she heard that he was starting the shower, she was finally able to move and grab her clothes. She slowly made her way into the bedroom, softly closing the door behind her. She slid into her bed, pulling the covers over her naked body and staring into space. She wasn't sure if she really knew that guy. Who was Dean Ambrose? Who was the man that made her weak in the knees each and every time she saw him? He was trouble. He was pain. But yet she still didn't want to be without him.

She cringed when all of a sudden her bedroom door was opened. She didn't turn around. She didn't want to look into his eyes again tonight.

"I need bedsheets," he only said, moving closer to the bed and wondering if she was asleep already.

Shannon frowned. What did he need bedsheets for? Her bed was done and her blanket was big enough to cover two persons.

"Shannon?" he asked, sensing that she was still awake when he saw that she was taking a deep breath.

She didn't answer. Maybe she was acting like a child, but she was mad at him for some reason.

"Look, I really don't wanna sleep in Karolina's dirty sheets. So just get me some clean ones, ok?"

She frowned. He wanted to sleep in Karo's bed? He wanted to sleep in her friend's bed and don't spend the night with her?

Against her will, she turned around and looked at him confused.

"I'm not sure if Karo is ok with you staying in her room," she simply said, looking at him with a straight look on her face.

"It's probably more comfy than the couch. And I sure as hell will not call to ask her as she is probably being fucked by Roman right now. So don't make such a big deal out of it," he said annoyed and looked at her sternly. He was tired and in need for a few hours of sleep. He didn't have the nerve to discuss with her now.

Shannon stood up slowly, pulling the covers close to her body and making her way to her closet. In silence she looked for some clean sheets and gave them to him without saying another word.

"Good night," he said casually, not understanding why she remained silent, but he didn't care for now. Dean Ambrose got what he wanted and that's how it was supposed to be.

…..

The next morning, Shannon was up early. She didn't get a lot of sleep, thinking about Dean all the time. Although she had accepted that kind of "relationship" they had, it still didn't make her happy. She didn't expect Dean to be her knight in shining armour, but she was hoping he would at least be a little more sensitive.

She found a pair of shorts as well as a black tank top in her closet, quickly putting them on and making her way out of her bedroom. As soon as she opened the door, she could hear that he must have been awake as the sounds of the television filled the corridor.

When she turned the corner, she could see Dean sitting on the couch, eating some cereals and watching TV.

It warmed her heart to see him like that. He was only in his boxers with his hair being all messy while shoving a spoon full of cereal and milk into his mouth, his eyes not leaving the television in front of him. It put a smile on her face and all the anger towards him was instantly washed away.

"Good morning," she said quietly, leaning in the doorway and crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Hey shorty, sleep well?" he asked and looked at her with a content look on his face. He was like a totally different person this morning which was quite surprising after seeing him the way he was the day before.

"Hmm yeah," she whispered, not wanting him to realize that she was lying, so she gave him a fake smile. She made her way over to him, sitting down on the couch as well.

"Watcha watching?" she asked and moved her head into the direction of the TV.

"Family guy," he mumbled, his mouth full of food, making her giggle. He probably wasn't the guy with the best manners, but he sure as hell was one of the cutest ones she had ever met.

"What are you doing here?" she asked after a few moments, changing the subject quickly. Maybe he would answer her now, considering the fact that his needs had been satisfied the day before.

"Havin' a few days off," he replied, not looking at her and continuing eating. Shannon frowned. She'd guessed so much already. But why was he here in San Francisco?

"And why aren't you going back to Cincinnati?" she asked cautiously, not sure if he wanted to talk about it.

"Don't you want me to be here?" he asked, not answering her question and looking at her expectantly.

"I didn't say that. It's just…uhm…" She wasn't even sure what the hell she wanted to say. The way his blue eyes were staring at her made her nervous and she couldn't think straight anymore.

"Look Shannon," he started, sighing heavily. "What am I supposed to do in Cincinnati? All that is waiting for me there is an apartment looking like a mess and some cans of beer past their BBD."

She looked at him pitifully. She didn't know he felt alone. She didn't even know he could express his feelings like that. He always kept surprising her.

"So you came here," she stated more than she asked. She watched as Dean put his bowl on the living room table, burying his face into his hands in desperation.

"Can't you just accept that I'm here without making a big deal out of it? I really don't have the nerve to discuss things that are not even worth discussing. If you want me to go, say it. I'll leave but don't expect me to ever come back again."

He looked at her with a straight face, not showing any kind of emotion. Shannon swallowed hard. She would never want him to leave again. She actually wanted him to stay. With her. Forever.

She shook her head, trying to shake off the thoughts about him possibly liking her the way she liked him. That was never going to happen and she needed to remind herself of that fact each and every day.

"Just stay then, I guess…" she started, but trailed off. She didn't want to ruin everything by saying something stupid.

Surprisingly a huge smile spread across his face. Dean's mood changes confused Shannon. One moment he was all serious, mean even, and the next moment he was all smiles and friendly.

"So what are you going to do the next couple of days?" she asked, leaning back on the couch and putting her legs on the table.

"Well, nothing planned really. Hitting the gym once in a while, I guess," he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"Hey, I could show you round San Francisco. I bet you haven't been able to see a lot while having shows here," she said excitedly, but Dean only frowned.

"Sightseeing? Ugh, I hate that," he said, a disgusted look on his face. "I have other ideas in mind, baby."

Dean moved closer to her, a mischievous smile on his face. But before he was able to press his lips onto hers, she pushed him away.

"Not in the mood now," she said before getting up and making her way to the kitchen. Dean growled, not liking that she was blowing him off. Never had a woman rejected him and Shannon would neither.

He followed her immediately, pinning her against the fridge and grabbing her by the throat, his face moving closer to hers.

"Not in the mood? I don't think so." He pressed his lips onto hers, letting go of her throat so that she was able to catch her breath a little.

He forcefully pushed his body against hers, not leaving any space between them. Shannon couldn't resist him. She never would. Especially not when he started moving his hand into her shorts, immediately finding its way to the most intimate part of her body.

She let out a soft moan when he started teasing her clit with his fingers, his other hand grabbing one of her breasts, kneading it softly.

"Now tell me you're not in the mood. Tell me, Shannon," he urged her, whispering into her ear and lightly biting her earlobe.

She didn't answer. She didn't know what to say. He did it again. He once again won her over against her own will.

His fingers moved from her clit to her wet opening, making her close her eyes in pleasure.

"Hmm, you're so wet for me, baby," he said in a low voice, sending chills up and down her spine. She couldn't help but moan out loud, moving her hips towards him to signal him that she wanted more.

Dean watched her every reaction. She had her eyes still closed, biting her lip and her breath shallow.

He suddenly removed his fingers, making her sigh in frustration.

"Take off your clothes," he demanded while taking a step back and giving her enough space to undress. She could see the bulge that formed in his boxers, increasing the wetness in between her legs even more. When he realized that she was staring at his crotch, he smiled to himself and took off his boxers in one fell swoop.

He took his shaft into one of his hands, stroking himself and watching as she licked her lips seductively.

"You like what you see? Is this what you want, babe?" His stare was intense and Shannon had trouble breathing. She so badly wanted to feel him inside her. She was dripping wet by now and she was more than ready to get going, but if Dean wanted to play a game, she was playing along.

Now that they both were naked and while Dean was stroking himself, she moved her hand in between her legs, pushing two fingers inside of her and moaning out loud. Her other hand massaged one of her breasts softly, making him breathe in sharply. He liked what he was seeing. He liked watching her pleasuring herself. It made him even harder, his movements becoming faster second by second.

"Is this what YOU want? Do you like THIS?" she teased him back, giving him some of his own medicine. He suddenly pushed himself against her, not liking that she was talking back to him like that. He was the one in charge and he wouldn't let her play his own game.

He put his hand over her mouth, silencing her and showing her that he was the one dominating here.

"You'd better shut your mouth now, sweetheart," he warned, all of a sudden plunging himself into her roughly. She yelped against his hand, her eyes wide open in shock now. She was trying to control her breathing but Dean still pressed his hand against her mouth tightly, not giving her a chance to do so.

His thrusts were unbearably slow at first, sliding in and out of her with ease, his eyes never leaving hers. He enjoyed looking into her eyes which reflected pure lust, fear and pleasure all at the same time. He was in control of her, in control of her body and her head.

He sped up a little, plunging himself into her even harder and deeper. He finally removed his hand from her mouth, making her catch her breath desperately.

He started rubbing her clit with his thumb, her moans encouraging him to go even faster. His thrusts became more powerful now. His pace was unsteady, his movements uncontrollably fast. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, trying to control himself again, but he failed miserably doing so.

"Don't you ever reject me again," he hissed while slamming his body against hers, his hand on her throat again, choking her slightly.

Although she had trouble breathing and apart from the fact that he was a little violent and rough with her, she was extremely turned on by his behaviour. She could feel her climax approaching, her walls tightening around his shaft.

"Dean," she croaked, not being able to keep her eyes open anymore. It took him only a few more intense thrusts until his own orgasm was crushing down on him, making him groan out loud.

He stood still for a few minutes, holding her in place and resting his forehead against hers. Shannon secretly smiled to herself. She felt a lot closer to him now that she had done the day before. He might not have been gentle with her, he probably never would, but this time he made sure that she enjoyed herself as well.

He surprisingly placed a soft kiss on her forehead, slowly letting go of her and grabbing his boxers.

"Let's take a shower and head out. You wanted to bore me with your sightseeing tour through San Fran," he simply said before leaving the kitchen and making his way to the bathroom.

…...

"So, that's the Transamerica Pyramid. I think it was built back in the sixties or seventies. I'm not sure. But I…" Shannon stopped when she realized that Dean wasn't even paying attention to what she was saying. He was playing with his cell phone, probably texting someone or playing Angry Birds.

"Dean, are you even listening?" she asked, poking him lightly.

"Uhm yeah, sure, uhh, built in the seventies…" he repeated, but it was more a question than anything else.

Shannon sighed heavily, rolling her eyes at him. She was annoyed. She really wanted them to have a good time, showing him her hometown and letting him be a part of it. But he simply didn't care, or so it seemed.

"You know what? Let's just go home. I'm wasting my time here," she said, making her way into the other direction in order to take one of the cable cars.

Dean followed her quickly, not wanting to get lost in the big city where he only knew the gyms and arenas.

"Sorry, toots," he said apologetically, taking her hand into his and turning her around so that she faced him.

When realized what he was doing, he immediately pulled his hand back, shocked by his own act of affection.

Toots? He called me toots? Shannon couldn't believe it. When he took her hand, something happened inside of her. Her heart started beating uncontrollably fast; she had a funny feeling in her stomach. She sighed in frustration when he let go of her again. He looked around nervously, biting his lip before dropping his head so that he didn't have to look into her eyes.

"We should get going," he suddenly said, looking at her briefly and then leading the way. She caught up on him quickly, walking right next to him and trying to figure out what was going on with him. But he wouldn't talk. They both just kept silent and made their way back home. It was an awkward situation. But she wouldn't push him. She knew that if she tried to talk to him, he would run and not come back again. And she didn't want him to leave. She loved spending time with him, even if he didn't pay attention.

When they entered her apartment, he immediately made his way to Karo's room, closing the door behind him.

What Shannon didn't know was that Dean threw himself on the bed, massaging his temples and closing his eyes tightly.

"Fuck," he said silently, cursing himself for his actions. He could feel that Shannon wanted more than just sex. Hell, he actually knew it. But he didn't want to hurt her just because he was incapable of being with someone. Being with someone in the sense of a relationship. All he could give her was sex. Plain and simple. But it was killing him to see that she was suffering deep inside. She just wouldn't say anything. To protect him. To keep him with her.

I'm such a selfish asshole, he thought to himself and shook his head in desperation. She chocked down her own feelings only so that he would feel comfortable when he was with her. One wouldn't believe that Dean Ambrose was able to realize what people around him were feeling. He always acted as if he didn't care about anything. As if he was heartless and cold. But he wasn't. He was acting. He was acting because he was trying to protect himself from getting hurt. That he was hurting others in the process left a bitter aftertaste each and every time. But he just couldn't help it.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Shannon.

"Dean, are you okay?" she asked while poking her head into the room, opening the door slightly.

"Leave me alone," he said, his typical self coming back to life. He needed to be an asshole. He had to show her that she shouldn't have feelings for him. That he was not worth it.

"Did I do something wrong or…" she started, but was immediately interrupted by him.

"I told you to fucking leave," he said, raising his voice and looking at her sternly. Shannon just nodded her head, swallowing hard while closing the door again. She leaned against it from the outside, closing her eyes and sighing heavily.

What was wrong with him? She was exhausted. She just wished she knew why his moods kept changing all the time.

The door was opened all of a sudden, making her lose her balance and fall back. Back into his arms.

They looked deep into each other's eyes. His big blue eyes staring a hole into her. There was this feeling in her stomach again. Her hands became sweaty, her breath was shallow.

Dean was the first one to retain his composure again, helping her stand on her two feet and taking his bag which fell to the ground when he was catching her.

"I'm hitting the gym. See you later," he simply said, brushing past her and making his way out of the apartment, leaving her alone. Once again.

Shannon allowed herself to let the tears fall down her cheek now. What was this man doing to her? Why was she that vulnerable when it came to him? She had never been that kind of girl. Never had anyone manipulated her the way he had. Although she was sure he didn't do it on purpose. It was just the way he was. And she wasn't the way she had always been before anymore. And that scared her the most.

She needed to talk to somebody. She had to get this off her chest. And the only person who would understand was Karolina.

Shannon sat down on the couch, dialling Karo's number and waiting for her to finally pick up.

"Karolina speaking, who is this?" Karo said cheerfully, bringing a smile to Shannon's face.

"You're SO German, you know that?" Shannon replied, making fun of her German friend for always being so extremely friendly when she answered her phone.

"Oh, shut up, bitch," she replied, bursting out laughing. "What's up?"

She didn't know if she should really to talk to her friend about Dean. Maybe she should keep it to herself. Why did she call in the first place? Karo was with Roman, Roman was close to Dean. Which meant that Roman told Dean and…

"Shannon?" Karo interrupted her friend's thoughts, bringing her back to reality.

"Oh, sorry. I…uhm…Karo, can I trust you?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Of course you can. What kind of question is that? What's wrong, babe? You sound so…uhm…I don't know…different," her friend replied, not sounding too cheerful anymore.

"Dean's here," Shannon simply said, hearing how Karo seemingly choked on something she drank.

"WHAT? What do you mean by Dean's here? Are you kidding me? He told Roman he would go back home," Karo said confused, not believing what her friend was telling her.

"He's here. He came here last night. And I'm not sure if I'm still happy about it," she answered, sighing heavily and running a hand through her hair.

"Why's that, sweetie? I thought you liked him," Karo said cautiously, not sure what Shannon was really feeling in that very moment.

"You know what? That's exactly my problem. I like him. Probably more than I should. Remember when your heart started beating uncontrollably fast in your chest, when your hands started sweating, when you couldn't think straight anymore when Roman was around? That's happening to me now, Karolina. And I hate that. I hate that I'm having these feelings. Goddammit, I think I even have butterflies in my stomach. This isn't me. This is not who I am. I'm Shannon O'Brien. The woman that doesn't care for feelings. The woman that takes what she wants. And now here I am, developing feelings for a man I barely know. A man that is not capable of any kind of affection other than sex," she stopped for a second, giving Karo the possibility to interrupt.

"So you guys had sex again?" she asked, knowing that this was probably a very silly question.

"What do you think? Of course. That's the first thing we did. He just shoved me into the apartment and ravished me then and there. I didn't even have the possibility to talk to him. And believe it or not, but he's staying in your fucking room. I mean, what's wrong with him?" Shannon wondered, not really asking Karo that question but more asking herself.

"Why are you doing this to yourself, Shannon? Look, I don't blame you for your feelings. Nobody can fight them and nobody should. I know what I'm talking about. But he's not returning the feelings. He simply can't. Don't let him use you and hurt you in the process. It's not worth it," Karo said, trying to comfort her friend.

Shannon let her friend's words sink in, knowing that she was right. But it wasn't that easy. She didn't want to break this up.

"I know, I know. But he's very confusing. Earlier, for example, he surprisingly held my hand and called me 'toots'. I mean, that's really kinda cute if you ask me. But what happens then? He suddenly pulled away and acted like an asshole again. He's a moody bitch, to be honest." Shannon was unable to cope with this situation. It was exhausting.

"Where is he now?" Karo asked curiously.

"He's in the gym. He left a few minutes ago after telling me to leave him alone," Shannon answered, another tear falling down her cheeks.

"Oh stop crying, hun," her friend said sadly, her heart breaking for her.

Suddenly there were random noises on the phone. Shannon identified it as someone putting a hand over the mouthpiece of the phone; she could distantly hear Karo talking to someone.

"Shannon?" Shannon swallowed hard. It was Roman who was on the phone now.

"Yeah?" What the hell did he want from her? She didn't need for him to tell her that Dean only wanted to fuck her. She sure as hell knew that herself.

"Look, I heard what you were telling Karolina. And I'm really sorry that you're suffering because of Ambrose," he started, somehow apologizing for his friend's behaviour. "I'm just as confused as you are. He's never been like that before. But you know what? Just keep going the way it is now. I know that's a lot to ask for. But maybe Dean has to figure out what's going on himself. He's trying to be that heartless asshole and he's actually quite good at it, but I wouldn't know why he would bother spending his days off with you if there wasn't something in his heart telling him to stay with you. Give him the time he needs. I mean, it doesn't have to be true what I'm trying to say here. But who knows?"

Shannon nodded her head, although Roman couldn't see it. Maybe he was right. Hopefully he was. Just thinking about the fact that Dean could actually like her back made the butterflies in her stomach act up once again.

"I wish he was like you sometimes, Roman," she said, making him chuckle.

"Oh, don't say that. I don't want you to fall in love with me as well," he answered cocky, being slapped by his girlfriend softly after doing so.

"I leave you two lovebirds alone now. Thanks to both of you," Shannon said while wiping away one of the few tears that were still streaming down her face.

"Take care, sweetheart. And call us whenever you need to talk," he said, making her smile.

When they hung up the phone, she leaned back on the couch, reflecting the conversation she just had with her friends.

Maybe Roman had a point there. As far as Shannon knew, Dean was the typical one-night-stand type of guy. Fucking and leaving.

So why would he come back? Why would he risk getting attached to her if he didn't care?

She sighed heavily. She should stop thinking about it. She should keep going, as Roman had told her. Maybe things would work out in the end. Who knew?

…...

More than three hours later, someone knocked on the door. Shannon knew that it must have been Dean. He didn't have a key and she didn't expect anyone else.

When she opened the door, she could see him with his bag over the shoulder and some plastic bags in his right hand.

"Hi…I…uhm…I brought some Chinese," he said, insecurity reflecting in his eyes. He knew he probably had fucked up by telling her to leave him alone. He was afraid she would send him away, not wanting to see him anymore.

She stepped aside, letting him enter the apartment without saying a word. She made her way to the kitchen and he put the food on the living room table, waiting for her to return with some forks.

When she came back, she took the seat next to him before opening the boxes and tasting the food inside of them.

She remained silent. Something that made him extremely nervous. What was he supposed to say? Should he apologize? Should he act as if nothing had happened?

"So, shall we watch a movie tonight?" he asked casually before shoving a fork full of fried noodles into his mouth.

She turned her head towards him, her eyes slightly blood-shot. Had she cried? Because of him? He became sick to his stomach just thinking about it.

"We could. Any preferences? Action? Or Romance?" She emphasized the last word, looking him straight in the eye. Dean swallowed hard. What was she doing to him? This was becoming way too complicated for him. He knew why he'd never started being with a woman on a regular basis. But there was just something about her. He couldn't really tell what it was. On one hand, he was sick of knowing that she liked him more than she should. But on the other hand, he enjoyed that she did. That he was important to someone.

"Action," he simply said, breaking the eye-contact and continuing to eat. He wouldn't let that happen. He wouldn't let her have control over him. He was Dean fucking Ambrose. He didn't need only one woman in his life when he could have them all.

She was just a good lay, he told himself. Nothing else.

"Forgot to tell you that I have to fly back tomorrow afternoon. We have a house show in Connecticut," he informed her, just to have some Smalltalk with her.

"Okay," she said, her monosyllabic answer driving him crazy. He was trying to have a conversation with her but she didn't play along. Why was she making things even more complicated?

"Will you take me to the airport? I would have to take a cab otherwise." He looked at her expectantly. He was hoping she would say yes. He didn't want to go alone. He always envied the people that had either someone taking them to the airport or waiting for them to come back home. He wanted that. He needed that.

"Let's see. I have to work tomorrow. I'll think about it," she replied, grabbing the remote and switching on the TV. She stood up and made her way to the shelf in order to choose one of her DVDs.

"Con Air?" she asked, throwing the DVD at him which he skilfully caught.

Dean just nodded his head. He wasn't in the mood for talking anymore. If she wanted to play this game, he would play along.